“Tomorrow we’re moving in with my mother, and my son will live in your apartment!” Karina’s husband declared firmly.
“What did you say?” Karina asked again, feeling everything inside her turn cold. She was standing in the middle of the kitchen with a towel in her hands, having just dried the last plates after dinner. Suddenly, her hands felt heavy, as if the towel had turned into stone. Sergey was sitting at the table, […]
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